I hate not being able to sleep especially when I want to so badly. I need to wake up for tomorrow, yet, knowing that, I cannot will myself to close all the windows and turn off my laptop.

I’ve been “sleeping” for the past 3, nope, scratch that, 4 hours now. I need to wake up at 10 (which is 6 hours from now), and yet, knowing that, I am still not sleeping.

But it doesn’t matter because I know that my mistress is always going to be there for me. Asleep or awake. Dead or alive :)

I’m feeling rather tired now. But it’s fine because I’ll always be frosted flakes greeattttt no matter what.

It’s college. things are different now. instead of the usual 10 days off for winter break, you know have a month or more to rest it up. I like it because it feels like summer—just a really cold one, and not quite as long. Despite the downsides of it, I cannot help but dread the upcoming start of the spring semester. I hated the fall semester, so how much better can the spring semester be?

There has been a lot to look forward to this winter break; and there is still a lot more things to look forward to. Friends who went away from college came back and huge reunions were in store. Christmas, birthdays, New Year, all something special to celebrate together with. There’s nothing like being brought back to the good old days where the stress of the future was not nearly as high.

For instance, trips such as going to Montreal may have been a pain in the ass to plan, but it was worth it. Going with people you love, being in places you’ve never been, acting certain ways that would have otherwise been impossible if you don’t have the right stuff, finding out certain things that would not have been found otherwise. I can sit here and list many countless things, but that isn’t necessary because it’s one of those things where you can’t count them, thus the term countless.

Sleepovers gave me a sense of nostalgia. Everything was the same, makes me feel that nothing will ever change among everyone. Secret Santa felt so warm, as if nothing could ever bring us down. New Years was an experience I can never forget (even if I don’t quite remember it), great way to bring in 2011. Canada is a place where a lot of things happened, you just can’t take everything for granted. Planning out things to do until the days run out and school starts again, same pain in the ass thing to do with no one giving any definite answers whatsoever.

But trying to make everything work out and having it work out in the end? That is the best feeling in the world. Because you know that at the end of the day, you helped make it all happen.

The break isn’t over yet. If anything, it has just begun :)

With more birthdays to celebrate (including my own) and more events to plan out and more places to go, it just might be the greatest first break of college every. You just need to find the write people to spend it with.

But now, let’s not jinx it.
So with all fingers crossed, here’s to a great 2011.

Two days ago (Nov. 27), was a really fun day. It was a great weekend because everybody came back. There was homecoming, Thanksgiving, Black Friday, another chill day, and then the goodbye. But on that Saturday night, as we were walking around, something nice happened as we were taking a picture near a lighted christmas tree at 34th street, some random stranger bumped into us.

To be honest, I judged right away. She seemed ratty, homeless, lost—just another person passing bye. She talked to us, asked us if we needed help taking another picture. We said we didn’t. We exchanged a few more lines and then I screamed “HAPPY HOLIDAYS!” to her. She looked back, sincerity in her eyes, and said “Thank you, I really need it.” Granted I did not hear her at first and had to ask Matt what she had said, but once I realized, I felt sad all over. I wondered what it was that was bothering her. And then I felt happy; happy that I was able to help out, even if it’s just a few words.

But the kicker? We bumped into her again just a several feet away at the other end of the block. I said hi to her, and she asked me how many stories I think are in that building. I said 58. She said 40. I was actually going to say 105, but that just seemed stupid. With my 58, and her 40, we had to see who was closer. So I said to her, “Let’s count!” She smiled so big, like I had said the most brilliant-est thing ever, and then led me to the outer edges of the block and told me to count with her. So I went “1, 2…58!” The funny part was that she caught on, laughed, and said “I don’t hate you.” Probably one of the nicest thing a stranger said to me lol.

So instead of counting everything, she suggested that we go inside and ask someone how many floors are in that building. Admittedly, I was very hesitant, and even said “It’s probably closed,” but she was persistent and said it wouldn’t hurt to ask, so I followed. She seemed harmless, and the others were still determining what movies to watch, so I followed in tow.

On our quest to find out how many floors there were, we talked a bit. I asked her where she was from, what she was doing here, and she practically told me her life story. She’s from the North, she’s trying to find her dad, her mom died when she was 9 months old, she doesn’t have the obituary, so she can’t do anything. That sobered me up so much. She even teared a bit. She really did need a happy ending for her holidays.

When we got to the front, and the first few doors we passed by were roped off, but one revolving door was open. We got in, and this was how the conversation went with the security guard out at front.

Stranger Lady: Hi, we were wondering how many floors are in this building.
Security Guard: I cannot disclose that information.
Me: Well, she thinks there are 40. I think there are 58. Are we close?
SG: -small smile- It’s in between.
-We both squeal a little bit with joy-
Me: Who’s closer?!
SG: I cannot disclose that information.
SL: Please?
Me: Look, we’re not going to do anything. We just really want to know how many floors are in this building to see who’s closer.
SG: -hesitation- -points- Look over there.
-We walk a bit down, and see a section that says “50-54”-
Me: AHH! I was right!!! :)
-We high five-

She was really happy at this point, that we found an answer to a question that seemed like we had been wondering for years at end.

Everyone thought I was stupid for talking to her. But she seemed harmless. They thought she was crazy. I thought she was being genuine.

Moral of this night?
Just a few words can put a smile on anyone’s face.
A nice deed/action can make anyone’s day.

Whatever it is, I’m glad I chose to do what I did.

It even made my day :)

I’m going to do this thing where I write about the first time I do something.

It’s the Friday after Thanksgiving, and EVERYONE knows what that means. BLACK FRIDAY!!! If you didn’t know that, then I have no idea what to say to you.

Anyways, I have never went out at night to shop. I’ve always slept til the sun came up to go shopping (granted that I’ve only done it like three times—shopping on Black Friday I mean), but this year feels different. Maybe it is different. Maybe it’s not. I hope it’s because it’s different. I WANT it to be different.

Going to wake up my little sister now to see if she wants to come sneak out with me :) My little brother already snuck out about an hour ago.

Aren’t we the little rebels? ;)

Today was really windy, and then since it’s autumn, there are a bunch of dead leaves on the floor. The wind blew, and since I was wearing tights and flats, a leaf got caught onto the tights, and I just kept staring at it as I continued to walk home.

But then as I was nearing home, this random stranger was walking towards me, I felt his presence, but that was not enough for me to look up at him. So as I continue looking down onto the floor, he says to me as I walk by, “Keep your head up or the world will past you by.” That was when I looked up and smiled at him.

Of course it isn’t like I look at the floor a lot when I’m walking. I was just so absorbed into that leaf that was hanging onto my tights, thinking stupid things like “Why this leaf?” or “Why my foot?”

But despite what I was thinking at the moment, he really did make me smile. I like it when strangers are nice to you, not those creepy ones who try to creep on you. Compliments are different from the statements where they imply that they obviously want to hook up. As flattering as it’s not, and I am most certainly not always in the mood to hear it. The nice and sincere ones, I’m all up for a little small talk, but once it gets to “Do you have a boyfriend?” followed by a “Do you want one?” that is when it becomes ridiculous. I mean like, I highly doubt that works.

Ending this on a good note. I like the random strangers who can make me smile. It really makes my day, or start my day off right :)

Going into the whole college process, there was only one thing that I really only wanted - to go to one far away where I will know absolutely no one at all. Ironically, I now go to a college, in the city, staying at home. Everything has pretty much been the same as it was in high school, from practically seeing the same people down to slacking off already. There’s only one true difference, no one cares now. You’re on your own, everyone has their own lives to deal with, and yours just doesn’t seem as significant anymore.

Teachers no longer listen to your excuses - whether it is true or just another lie.
Classmates have their own lives to live - they won’t work to go around their schedule.
Family needs to take care of the family affairs - you’re not the only problem they have to deal with.
Friends will try to be there - but new obstacles will arise.

However, having lived through the past two and a half months of college, I realized that I don’t want to be like the old me, despite the circumstances that I’m given. Despite my current grades, despite where I am or who I’m with or who I’m talking to, I’m going to try this new thing where I finally try.

So here’s to starting fresh. After all, all I really need are my girls, and the city to roam in with. What better place than New York City to be in? And who better to do them with? We’re girls for life. Even if it’s going to be a fresh start.

There are me and the girls.

Guys are great too :)
Especially if they’re part of the crew.

The one really great thing about everything? There’s no such thing as limiting someone. Everyone extends their arms to someone new. So the only thing that can happen is get bigger and merrier.

Here’s to college and our first year apart. To the first year we’ll be reuniting in. To the first year of new experiences. To turning over a new leaf. To the start of something fresh.

Here’s to all of us.